#when he talks about how hes always felt different. yeah.......

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

Failing

Summary: Joel made many mistakes. The biggest was leaving you.

Pairing: past Joel Miller x fem. reader

Wordcount: 1.3k

Rating: G

Warnings: angst, a lot of inner thoughts, panic attacks, Joel and Ellie do not talk, Joel is a mess, lots of talk about being a failure and not good enough, messy breakup, unplanned pregnancy

A/N: This has been going through my mind since I saw the new pic yesterday. This is really different from everything I write usually, so let me know what you think. And yeah, come yell at me in my inbox

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He knew he should have stayed home tonight.

He could have worked on… something. He could have talked himself into picking up his guitar and pretend everything was okay.

He could pretend that he wasn’t a failure.

He could pretend Ellie was still talking to him.

Instead he was here, the people around him celebrating god knows what, music playing, people dancing and he?

He was hoping to at least get a look at the girl that had become like a daughter to him. The daughter he lost because he lied to her.

Turned out his mother was right, lying was not getting him anywhere. 

He hadn’t talked to her in weeks, not getting more than a fleeting look at her from afar like a creepy stalker.

Tommy was right, he needed to give her time.

But somehow he felt like time was running out. 

Tommy had been right in a lot of things lately. Something Joel was not used to, still having the irresponsible young man in the back of his mind he had been before outbreak.

But Tommy wasn’t that man anymore.

He was a husband, a father, a respected leader of the little community he had helped build.

And Joel was…. He did not feel like he changed much. He was still angry all the time.

Angry at the world.

Angry at the people.

But most of all angry at himself.

The way he was feeling now? Alone and lonely?

He had no one but himself to blame for it.

It was moments like these that you came to his mind.

You would know what to do. You would know how to fix this mess that he got himself into. You always did. Until he had pushed you away for good, almost six years ago when he got even more involved in the underground in the Boston QZ.

Meeting and falling in love with you had been the only good thing that had happened to him since the outbreak. You had seen him, the real him.

The broken man that was desperate for… something.

That something seemed to be you.

But like every good that happened to him, he managed to fuck this up too. Not at first, but definitely in the end. 

And he tried. He tried to become a better person. Tried to become the man you deserved, not listening to you when you told him that he did not have to become a better person.

That you fell for him the way he was. With all flaws he thought he had.

But maybe if he had worked on himself he wouldn’t have reacted so poorly when you told him that you were pregnant.

Maybe he wouldn’t have blamed you and you only, taking the easy way out and telling you he would not go through this again.

He should have talked to you, instead of lashing out, should have told you how fucking scared he was about losing another child. About losing you. About raising a child in this fucked up world. About fucking up.

He did so anyway.

He chose to forget about the whole conversation the two of you had after you told him that you were pregnant and that you were intending to keep it from his mind. Or he tried. God, did he try.

But now, deep in the night, when he was laying awake and alone in bed, only the shadows of the night in his company, the words he spat to hurt you creeped back into his mind, not that they had ever been gone.

I don’t love you.

Get rid of it.

Get out of my life.

I never loved you anyway. 

He could still see the way your face crumbled, tears running down your cheeks. 

He broke you that night. And he broke himself. 

He thought about this last argument, this breakup a lot if he was honest with himself.

He never told you, not in words, how much he loved you. He took you for granted. He shouldn’t have been this surprised to learn that you had left the QZ days after he broke you. 

Not a day went by that he wondered what happened to you.

If you were alive.

If you kept the baby.

Would it have your eyes and his hair?

A boy or a girl?

Where they as stubborn as Sarah was?

Did you still love him as much as he still loved you?

Shaking his head he took a sip from the surprisingly good beer someone had offered him when he came here, his eyes wandering through the room, sneaking glances at Ellie who smiled at Dina, deep in conversation with the other girl.

Sucking his bottom lip in, his hand flexing on his side as he tried to find the courage to walk over to Ellie and ask her if they could talk, again, when he heard laughter behind him.

Laughter he heard before, a long time ago.

A laugh he heard in his dreams when his mind allowed him to dream about you instead of the nightmares that plagued him. 

Narrowing his eyes he tried to remember why he was hearing that laugh, why that voice that spoke in low tones now, made his heart flutter, when he saw Tommy walk towards him in a fast pace, his face worried.

“Joel,” he said but Joel wasn’t listening to him.

He was busy preparing for a breakdown that was creeping slowly into his body. 

Joel’s heart seemed to make the connection before his brain did, heart beating widely in his chest as he slowly turned around, his brother’s hand on his shoulder to keep him for turning. He shrugged it off with a grunt, bracing himself to be let down, that he was finally turning insane and imagining you when his eyes landed on you.

Blinking his eyes in disbelief he released a shaky breath when you were still there. 

You were sitting at one of the picnic tables, still as beautiful as he remembered a small smile on your face. A man had his arm wrapped around your back and in your lap sat a girl not older than five who had your eyes and his brown curls.

His heart stopped, he was sure of it.

“She got in yesterday. You were on patrol, I was trying to find you and tell you but….” Joel heard his brother say, but he ignored him.

You were here.

You were here.

And you were alive.

And you had a girl sitting in your lap that was….

His eyes widened when you leaned back and he saw a little boy sitting in the lap of the man next to you that looked like a mini copy of Joel himself.

His chest felt heavy.

Closing his eyes he tried to take deep breaths, but he just couldn’t.

This was too much.

This hurt too much.

This was the happiest he ever was.

“Joel?” he heard his name from his side, Ellie looking down at him worriedly as he pressed his hand against his chest, his eyes watering.

This was the first time she had talked to him in weeks and it might as well be the last time from the way he felt right now.

He was having a panic attack.

But it felt so much worse than it had ever before.

Looking away from Ellie he turned his head back towards you, finding you now looking at him with wide eyes.

“Deep breaths brother,” a strong arm came to pull him up and his frantic eyes found Tommy’s.

“In and out,” he said, trying to calm down his brother. Joel’s hands grabbed his brothers shoulders. Trying to mimic the way he was breathing but couldn’t.

“Joel?” he heard your voice, his head now turning towards you, finding you looking at him worriedly.

Joel shook his head, dark spots at the corner of his eyes.

“You’re here,” was the last thing he whispered before he passed out.

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[coffe-and-tea-time]

Lovesick! Doctor x Reader

ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ You need a proper care, Dear ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ

Hi, Coffee speaking! We both got a cold and I wanted to indulge a bit, I also got a little obsession with Lovesick! Wally ngl but I choose to start with the doctor expect me to write for a Lovesick! Patient soon

Hi, Tea speaking! We actually were also saying nonsense about humanized Pepsi (my favorite soda) and 7UP (Coffee's favorite) so yeah (why does my twin drool over a muppet?)

btw, this isn't edited due to Tea still being really sick, so do expect weird sentence structure/words or misspells, sorry in advance, just one twin absorbs all the intelligence in the womb and that was certainly not me/j

tw: this dude shouldn't be a doctor, yandere behavior, drugging, manipulation, kinda paranoia? , reader doesn't know anything is happening, written in you/yours (this is just fiction, I don't really know about medications I just research a bit to write this)

It was only a cold, you just need to go to the doctor to get the certificate and maybe some paracetamol and then leave, easy, isn't it?

As you walk in the hallways of the hospital you turn right, having a hard time trying to find yourself in this big hospital, but it seems like you were right, as you bump into a doctor, your doctor.

"dear? What are you doing here? Here is no place to wander off!"

The panic in his voice is easily noticeable, as if you walk into a horror movie and choose to separate from the group without telling anyone.

“I’m sorry doctor, I just got a little disoriented here and there and ended up here..”

You don’t really get why he reacted like that, it's a hospital anyway, the worst thing that could happen is that you enter into an operating room but there is always a sign on them… I think?

“huh, I see Anyways, don’t worry, it's just that there is no place to wander around, let me guide you towards the other floor again. I will take you in right away, is that cold of yours keep bothering?”

“Yeh, it’s seems like everyday it’s getting worse, I don’t think I could be outside of my house too much without getting a bit dizzy”

You started talking about your recent problems because of your stupid cold that doesn't seem to faze away, the path to his consultory felt shorter than you could remember but well, guess it’s normal that happens when you're focused on talking, isn't it? You choose to just blame your mind and take a seat in the neat room as the doctor talks.

“Seems like the symptoms are getting worse… too much slowly”

“I’m sorry doctor, what did you say? I didn’t really catch the last part”

You say rather chill than you should, the first part was about your cold being worse, isn't it? Well, that’s true, kinda makes you wonder if it really is a cold but not wanting to sound like a hypochondriac, plus, the doctor is peacefully researching something in one of his drawers although you can't really see his face since his back is turned to you.

“Oh, I was just commenting how you are having a really rough time, I was thinking about giving you a different medication before it gets even worse. I would rather if you sit for a little, like 15 to 20 minutes before leaving after taking it, I’m really worried about you, you look lost in thought, it’s doesn't really appear like you are here with me right now…”

Well, what he says is right, your mind seems all over the place these days, good for you to have such an attentive doctor. He hands you a pill and a glass of water.

“This is Benadryl, it's just an allergy medicine, but can give some sleepiness. I ask you to sit and wait because of that, isn’t a real problem feeling sleepy but I want to make sure it doesn’t trigger your dizziness. I change the medication because I think you can have more of an allergy than a cold due to your symptoms that are also not fading away and even getting stronger, you see, it’s normal to find allergies or develop them as you grow..."

As he keeps explaining complex things, you just wonder what to blame if it happens to be the cause of an allergy as you take the pill with the help of the water. You two keep talking peacefully, as you wait for the time to pass, it seems like the doctor was right in seeing it coming that you were gonna get kinda sleepy. Does this doctor not have any other appointment or something?

“Well, and that's about it, any questions?”

You started to feel more tired, your head felt heavy, but well, the doctor warned you about it, so you try to ignore it and wait for it to just pass.

“To be honest, yes, but this is more out of personal curiosity, what was the floor where I was earlier before you found me? It was really empty for a hospital…”

… Are you moving or are things in the room suddenly alive? You get a little surprised and try to stand up to check your own condition without thinking about it though. You feel like you lost your balance, as if all around you is spinning, the doctor is fast to come beside you, ready to grab you if you happen to fall.

“Don’t worry about it, you couldn't see any people because it's a floor for rather special inpatients we deal with. Focus on you now, what’s your name? How many fingers am I holding up?”

You try to fight to keep yourself awake, yet before you could answer his questions, your vision went dark and you finally lost consciousness.

". . ."

He holds you so tenderly, avoiding your unconscious head to get hit and end up with a contusion or something like that.

“Rohypnol is really quick to act, huh? Don’t worry Dear, I will make sure you won’t need to deal with stressful stuff from today on, that would get you here in the end anyways, I’m just avoiding you some pain…”

He gently kisses your forehead before notifying through the phone in the room that someone fainted and will require admission to the hospital.

sorry for any misspellings or weird sentence structure ❣

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[ereardon]

Before I Knew [Jake Seresin x Reader] Chapter Ten

A Jake Seresin unexpected pregnancy fic

Overview: On your first night after moving to San Diego to spend more time with your brother Bob, you unknowingly have a one night stand with his teammate Jake Seresin. For the first time in his whole life, Bob has a closely knit friend group and you’re desperate not to rock the boat. But an unexpected and unplanned pregnancy upends your world, forcing you and Jake closer together, against Bob’s wishes. What will happen when you find yourself actually falling for the father of your unborn child? 

Pairing: Jake Seresin x Reader; Bob Floyd x Sister!Reader 

Warnings: Pregnancy, cursing, eventual smut, angst

Chapter summary: Ducky and Jake deal with jealousy; the team meets Bob's new girlfriend

WC: 2.5K

Masterlist here; previous chapter here

The first time it happened, you were at the library desk, sitting down and pouring over a handful of new returns, typing in their serial numbers to check where they were meant to be shelved. 

“Excuse me?” You looked up. A guy, probably in his mid twenties, with blindingly white teeth and perfect olive skin, smiled down at you. “Could I ask you a question?” 

“Of course.” You pushed away the book and leaned forward on the desk, hands smoothed down over the cold surface. “How can I help you?” 

“I’m looking for a book about motorcycle repairs.” 

“Sure, I think that would be over in that back left corner.” You pointed one finger. 

He grinned. “Care to show me?” There was something flirty about the way he said it and you felt your blood pressure rise. 

“Sure.” You stood up and walked around the edge of the desk. 

His eyes widened as he looked you up and down. He cleared his throat. “Actually, uh, I’m sure I can find it myself. Thanks.” He was gone before you could even comprehend what had happened. 

And then you looked down and realized you could no longer hide it. 

***

“Y/N?” Jake’s voice rang out in the apartment. “Honey?” 

You emerged around the corner wearing a sweatshirt and a pair of bike shorts with a frown. “What did we talk about?” 

He smirked. “Sorry, habit.” 

“What do you want?” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“Just wanted to tell you I’m going out,” he said quietly. 

“The bar?” 

He hesitated. Then, “Um, No. a date.” 

Your heart squeezed. And even though you had said he should date, you hadn’t really meant it. You hadn’t thought he would go through with it. “Oh,” you whispered. “OK. See you later I guess.” 

Jake frowned. “Do you, uh, want to come with?” 

You cackled. “You’re joking, right?” 

“I don’t know what to do here, Y/N,” he sighed. “You seem upset but you told me to date. You practically shoved me out the door. And now I feel guilty leaving you alone.” 

“I’ll call Phoenix,” you said, picking up the phone. “I don’t want to go along on whatever slut date you have planned.” 

Jake’s face hardened. “Well OK. I guess I’ll see you later.” The sound of the door closing, hard, made you jump. 

You collapsed on the couch and pulled out your phone. “Phoenix, it’s Y/N. Listen, do you want to come over?” You paused. “Jake is out on a date.” 

“I’ll be there in ten.” 

***

“He’s a jerk.” 

“I told him to go!” 

Phoenix yanked her hand out of the popcorn bowl. “Still. Jerk.” 

“Was he like this when the two of you were together?” 

She closed her eyes for a moment then shook her head. “Yeah, uh, he’s always been like this.”

“Why do you sound so hesitant?” 

“Honestly?” 

“Hit me.” You pulled your legs up beneath you on the couch and slapped your knees. 

“I thought he would be different,” she said quietly. “With you. With the baby. That maybe this was the wakeup call he needed to get his life together.” 

“I guess not,” you replied. 

“Don’t count him out yet,” Phoenix added, sipping her wine. “He might surprise you.” 

Less than an hour later, you and Phoenix both turned as the key in the lock swiveled and the door opened. She looked over at you, wide eyed, as Jake stepped inside alone. 

“Trace,” he called out as he stepped into the living room. “Y/N.” 

“Hangman,” she said, folding her arms over her chest. “You’re home early. Quickie by the side of the road, no dinner?” 

He blushed, a grimace over his handsome and chiseled jawline. “Don’t you have somewhere to be?” 

“Yup,” she said, tossing one arm over your shoulder. “Right here, watching Desperate Housewives.” 

“Natasha,” he said and there was something in his voice. Both of you registered it. A pleading. 

She turned to you. “Guess that’s my cue. Call me.” Phoenix stood up, her tanned legs unfolding gracefully. As she crossed the room, her eyes lingered in Jake but his eyes were glued on you. He stood in the middle of the room until the sound of the door shutting rattled the wall. 

“How was your date?” you asked. 

“I told her about you and she walked out.” 

“You’re so dumb.” You shook your head. “Why on earth would you tell her that on a first date?” 

Jake rubbed his eyes furiously. “What the hell else am I supposed to say, Y/N? If I want to take a girl back to my place, you’re in the next room. In six months, there will be a baby in a crib in the apartment.” 

You stood up. “You’re the one who asked me to move in. Who begged me. And now you’re blaming your shitty sex life on me?” 

“I, fuck!” Jake tossed his hands up into the air. His face, normally so composed, was angry. He stepped forward and instinctively your hands fell to your stomach. He stopped, his eyes wide. “Do you think I’m going to hurt you?” he whispered, voice shaking. 

“I don’t know,” you replied softly. Was he going to hurt you? Was dating someone else hurting you, even if you said it was fine? Was staying out late, flirting with other women, hurting you? 

You’d be lying if you said no. 

His green eyes bore into yours. “I’m going to bed.” 

“Jake!” You called out after him but he was already halfway down the hallway. 

You were frozen in the living room as the sound of his bedroom door shutting filled the apartment. Without thinking, you padded down the hallway and flung open the door to his room. Jake whirled around, his chest bare, wearing just a pair of khakis. “Y/N,” he breathed out. “What are you–?” 

“Are you going to hurt me?” you whispered, stepping closer. 

“Never.” 

“Why did you tell her?” you whispered. 

“What?” 

“The girl. The date. Why did you tell her about me?” 

Jake hesitated. “I told you. If I wanted to bring her home –” 

You shook your head, interrupting him. “That’s not the real reason, is it?” You stepped closer, so only a whisper of space was between the two of you. 

“Y/N.” Jake’s voice was low and dark, it practically rumbled through your body. “What are you doing?” 

“Are you going to hurt me?” you repeated. 

“No.” 

“Do you want me to see other people?” 

“No.” It came out automatically. 

“Why not?” 

“Because.” His breath was warm and smelled like beer but you knew without a shadow of a doubt he was stone cold sober. “Because you’re carrying my child.” 

“That’s it?” you asked. “That’s the only reason.” The room was dark and heady. You could feel your pulse racing. 

“You think I want other men touching you?” he whispered. “Putting their hands on your stomach, feeling our baby when I've never even felt our baby move?” 

You reached out, taking one of his hands in his, your other hand easing up the edge of your sweatshirt. Jake sucked in a breath at the curve of your lower stomach as you pressed his fingertips below your belly button. In the slim sliver of moonlight, you watched his tanned, large hand hold on. “It’s too early,” you whispered. “To feel anything.” You looked up. 

Jake was silent, his eyes glued to your stomach, his fingertips warm against your stretched skin. 

“I’m asking you,” you said quietly, “not to hurt me.” 

Jake pulled his hand away, but you could still feel the heat of his skin on yours. “That’s the last thing I’m going to do.” 

You stepped back. Any closer and you would throw yourself into Jake’s arms. You wanted nothing more than to feel his strong arms wrap around your body, pull you in tightly. Feel the whisper of his lips against yours. 

But for your sanity, you stepped back, into the door frame. Let the moonlight slip from Jake’s face until he was plunged into darkness. 

“Goodnight,” you whispered. 

Even in the darkness, you could picture his frown. “Goodnight.” 

***

“Tell me everything.”

Bob blushed and you nudged his arm with your elbow. Across the table, Phoenix grinned. “Tell her, Floyd.” 

“Her name is Sena,” he replied quietly. “We met on Hinge.” 

You squealed. Across the table, Bradley covered his ears while Phoenix cackled. 

Bob patted your hand. “Ducky, please.” 

“Tell me more,” you begged. 

He dipped his head. “She’s pretty.” 

“She’s fucking hot,” Phoenix corrected. 

“She’s beautiful,” Bob countered and you watched the way his eyes lit up. “She’s a pharmacist. Her family is from Mexico and she likes to surf.” 

“So she’s hot,” you said, leaning back and giggling. “Bobby, I’m happy. Are you happy?” 

“I’m happy.” 

“Why are we so happy?” Jake slid into the spot next to you on the bench, his thigh grazing yours for a second and you felt a flutter in your stomach. Jitters. 

“Bobby here has a girlfriend,” you said proudly.

Jake’s jaw dropped. “Shut up.” 

“OK Regina George,” Phoenix countered and the group laughed. 

“Bring her around sometime, Floyd,” Jake said. “I’ll believe it when I see it.” 

You swatted at him playfully. “Don’t tease him.” 

Jake caught your hand for a moment mid-air and the two of you paused, your eyes locked. And then Rooster coughed and your hand fell. You turned back to Bob whose blue eyes were watching you carefully. 

“Bring her around, though,” you said. “Please, Bobby? I want to meet her.” 

He took your hand and squeezed. “OK, Duck. You can meet her.” 

***

“A bar, really?” You frowned at the text on your phone. Bob and his new girlfriend were already at The Hard Deck with Phoenix and Coyote. You grunted and tugged at your dress, too tight around the middle. “I look fat,” you muttered to yourself. 

“You’re pregnant.” Jake hovered in the doorway and you turned. 

“I just look like I ate twelve donuts.” 

“You look beautiful.” 

“Shut up.” 

He shook his head. “No.” 

“I should change.” 

Jake grinned. “Should I sit down or is it not that kind of show?” 

You rolled your eyes. “Wait in the living room, I’ll be five minutes.” 

“I grew up with sisters, it’s never five minutes.” His voice trailed off as he meandered down the hallway. Twenty minutes later, you hated that he was right, you emerged in the living room wearing a flowing dress and your hair swept up, a pair of earrings dangling toward your collarbone. Jake stood up and patted down the legs of his jeans. “You look perfect.” 

“Are you sure?” you asked nervously. “I can go change, and–” 

“Woman.” He stepped forward and grabbed your arm lightly. “No more changing. We’re late as it is.” 

“Did you just call me woman?” 

Jake opened the door to his truck, shaking his head. “Hop in. Please.” 

The ride to the bar was largely silent, punctuated by Jake asking you what radio station you wanted and how you were feeling. By the time you pulled up to the bar, you could sense something was off. “Are you going to tell me, or do I have to guess?” 

“What?” He cut the engine. 

“You’re acting weird.” 

“I’m literally not saying anything.”

“That’s what’s weird!” 

“There’s no winning with you, sweetheart.” 

“Ugh there you go again with the nicknames.” 

“Jesus.” He flung open his door and stomped out. You struggled to chase after him, practically wobbling to catch up with him in the gravel parking lot. 

“Jake!” He whipped around as your fingertips closed around his bicep. “What’s the matter with you?” 

“You think it’s easy?” he asked. “Seeing you looking like that walking into a place like this?” 

You frowned. “I’m pregnant. No one is looking at me.” 

“Everyone is looking at you,” he whispered hotly. “You don’t look pregnant at all in that outfit. You look fucking gorgeous and I guarantee that every single guy in there is going to try to buy you a drink.” 

“Well I can’t drink,” you spat back. “So unless they want to buy me a ginger ale they can fuck off.” 

“I better not see anyone touching you.” 

“Well then you better keep your eyes peeled.” You shook your head. “I’m going to find Bobby.” 

The bar was crowded and you had to weave your way through sweaty bodies to get to the back. Just as one elbow was about to shoot out and smash you in the face, a hand pulled you back and you felt your back press against a hard chest, Jake’s fingertips smoothing over your side. “Watch out,” he hissed at the guy with the curveball elbow. “You almost hit her in the face.” 

“Sorry dude.” The guy barely shifted and Jake shoved him out of the way, using his forearm as a shield to protect you from the masses until the two of you were birthed out of the crowd into the back of the room. 

Bob stood up immediately and you stepped closer to him, Jake’s hand falling from your side. “Ducky,” he said and you tossed your arms around his neck, inhaling his familiar scent. “This is Sena. Sena, this is my little sister Y/N.” 

She held out one hand. “Hi, so nice to meet you! Bobby has told me so much about you.” 

Sena was way cuter than Bob had described. Tall and lithe, with beautiful tanned skin and shiny dark hair that fell past her shoulders with a slight wave. She had a stack of gold bracelets on one arm, and was wearing a pair of shorts and a crop top, a taunt section of skin showing a tattoo curved around her side that you couldn’t quite make out. You grinned. “Nice to meet you, too.” 

“Here, sit.” Bob pulled out a chair and you settled in. You turned, expecting Jake to be right behind you, but he disappeared into the crowd. Instead, you shook your head and turned to Sena. 

“So tell me everything,” you said and Bob shook his head with a sigh. “Let’s start with your biggest icks about my brother.” 

She laughed and you sat and listened as she waxed poetic about Bobby. There was an air about them, you noticed it instantly. The way her hand floated to his thigh, how he would smile at her when she spoke. A spark. Something deep inside of you panged with jealousy, and happiness. 

After a while, once the conversation had flipped to Bradley, you swiveled around and squinted. Jake still hadn’t come back to the table. It had been at least forty minutes since the two of you had arrived. 

You stood up and Bob looked up, eyes wide. “Have to pee,” you said and he nodded. You weaved through the crowd, now thinning on the edges, toward the long hallway in the back. 

But as you rounded the corner, your breath caught. 

Jake, with one hand pressed against the wood wall, leaning over a short redhead, her doe eyes trained on him, his free hand tipping her chin up toward him. You watched, mouth agape, as he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. 

You turned and fled, before he could see you. Even if it meant peeing your pants. You would pee in the sand, for all you cared. Anything to get away from Jake Seresin in that moment. 

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[babygirl-diaz]

Eddie's Magical Boo Boo Healing Powers

In which Buck has a daughter named Eliza, who is really close to his best friend, Eddie.

***

They were at a BBQ at Bobby and Athena's place and Eddie was in the kitchen talking to Athena, Maddie, Karen, and Hen when he felt a tug on his pant leg. He looked down to see Buck's 3-year-old daughter Eliza pouting up at him with tears in her eyes.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Eddie gently asked as he got to her level after putting his beer down on the counter.

"Eddie, I gots hurt," Eliza sniffled and stuck out her elbow towards Eddie. "Can you make my boo boo better?"

"Aw, of course, sweetie," Eddie replied. He examined her elbow to make sure she wasn't severely hurt. He just noted the scrapes and figured she must have fallen somewhere. "Okay, you know the drill, what do we say?"

"Boo boo boo boo go away," Eliza started saying along with Eddie.

"We don't wanna see you for one more day," Eddie added. He kept his palm at about an inch distance from the scrape and pretended to heal it. "Because playtime isn't over and boo boo you're a-"

"-LOSER!" Eliza finished the sentence for him and giggled.

"Does that feel better?" Eddie asked.

Eliza nodded enthusiastically. "Mhmm!"

"Do you mind if I clean the scrape anyway and put a band-aid on it? That will make it feel even faster!" Eddie told her

"Okay," Eliza shrugged

"Athena," Eddie said looking up at her "-do you have a bandaid? And a clean cloth?"

Athena gave Eddie an amused look and nodded. "Yeah, I'll get them."

Eddie found all the women giving him an amused look but he ignored it and went back to Eliza. "Where's your dad?"

"Daddy's playing video games with Chris," Eliza replied.

Athena soon returned with the cloth and the bandaid and also gave him a small bowl of water. Eddie thanked her and very gently cleaned Eliza's scrapes.

Eliza hissed and was on the verge of tears again.

"Shhh... It's okay, sweetie. I got you," Eddie assured her. Once he finished cleaning her wound, he put the Care Bear bandaid on it. "Now it will heal faster and you won't even feel it tomorrow!"

Eliza nodded and yawned. Her bright blue eyes, which were exactly like Buck's, were filled with exhaustion.

"Do you wanna take a nap?" Eddie asked. "You can take a nap on my shoulder."

Eliza nodded and raised her arms for Eddie to pick her up. Eddie took her into his arms and stood up. She put her head on his shoulder and slowly drifted off to sleep, clutching onto his shirt.

"You're so good with her," Maddie commented. "When are you and my brother getting married again?"

"We're not even together, Maddie. Buck and I are just friends."

"Right," Karen chimed in. "Friends who are somehow raising each other's kids."

Eddie blushed at that.

"Eliza?" Buck came wandering into the kitchen calling out to his daughter. He stopped when he saw her with Eddie and smiled. "There she is."

"Yeah, she was sleepy so I let her sleep on my shoulder. I hope that's okay," Eddie told him.

"Oh, it's more than okay," Buck replied. "Hey, so I was thinking, maybe instead of eating at home this Tuesday, we can take the kids to that new arcade with the food court that opened downtown."

"Eliza doesn't like video games, though," Eddie pointed out.

"She'll love this place and if she doesn't then we can always leave and go to a different place. I'm sure Chris will love this place, though."

"We have to think of both kids, Buck," Eddie reminded him.

"Fine, how about we eat at home and then go to the movies afterward?" Buck suggested.

"I like that. But none of those action thrillers that you and Chris like so much. We need something kid-friendly for Eliza."

Buck let out a long, drawn-out sigh and nodded, "Fine. Anyway, I came to get Coke Zero for Chris and me. Gotta get back to the game."

With that, he took out the drinks from the cooler and left.

The ladies all looked at him with varying degrees of the same look. "See what we were talking about?"

"Oh my god, shut up," Eddie told them, without any of them saying a word, and blushed again.

#I don't know what this is #i just wanted to write a fic where Buck had a daughter who was close to Eddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buddie #911 abc #911 fanfic #911 fic #drabble #fluff #family fluff #original child character

[t4tstarrailing]

ena and sunday connections (aka: i'm so fucking big brained)

so an anon requested that i repost my analysis from my old blog back in january on ena and sunday connections. i will not lie, that post was made in a semi-feverish state and i did kinda feel insane when i was talking to a moot over discord about it. i did not save it for that reason but, anyway, um.

for the first part, i am going to discuss everything around that time that we officially had available (no leaks, as leaks are always subject to change and couldn't be considered "accurate" for character analysis purposes at that time). aka, sunday's livestream chibi. under the cut, i will discuss spoilers and my vindication and my thoughts on current theories that are apparently popular???

so, first of all, ena and sunday are very clearly inspired by Catholicism. like, sunday's name is fucking sunday. ena looks like a walking catholic church. also

ena looks strikingly similar to the virgin mother mary. mother mary is frequently seen with a veil, and ena is very clearly wearing a veil with a halo around their head... which mother mary is also frequently depicted with. ena's color scheme also matches the color scheme that mother mary is frequently depicted with -- white, ivory, blue, and red. you can see the red in ena's rosaries, which are also a big thing in catholicism. mother mary is frequently depicted holding something in her hands, be it baby jesus or the immaculate heart, and ena is very obviously depicted holding an orb filled with planets. so the connection to catholicism is fairly obvious with ena. yes, i will address the big ass eye. but for now, let's move to sunday

okay. i'm gonna be completely honest, just looking at these character's color scheme is enough to indicate some sort of relationship to each other. sunday's color scheme being strikingly different from his sister robin's, who notable matches xipe's color scheme far more. literally, down to his eyes matching ena's gold and blue. but the most important thing to point out on sunday are all the eyes that he has on him. there's three in his crown, there's a massive eye in the center his shirt on his chest. and, while his 3d model wasn't available at the time, there are even more eyes. i think his jacket alone has 4.

however, again, at this time we didn't have the full official model. just the chibi. but even with the chibi, the similarities were fairly striking and obvious.

also, sunday has had jesus christ parallels from the beginning, integrated into his character design. for one, his halo looks like a crown of thorns. there's thorns on his coat, there's two literal nail piercings in his wing. guy has never once been able to beat the jesus christ allegory allegations. pair that with ena's very clear mother mary parallels and, well... you've got a very obvious relationship between them.

okay. that was the gist of the original post. i feel like i posted something about robin and how she mirrored xipe more, but it wasn't as developed as the sunday and ena parallels.

discussion of 2.2 spoilers and criticism of some current theories i've been seeing, specifically fenge biyos secretly being ena and aventurine, by connections, being blessed by ena.

ummmmm, can we talk about that date? that date on the discord screenshot? 01/06/2024?

... yeah, anyway. i feel so fucking vindicated right now. but i'm also shocked that no one else pointed it out because of how fucking obvious it felt to me. the eyes, the mother mary and jesus christ parallels, the color palette, catholicism. all of this from character design alone, i feel like should have been a dead giveaway for their relationship that did end up becoming canon as of 2.2.

so. some folks may read this and wonder "hey, what do you think the theory that fenge biyos is actually ena?"

and if i'm being completely honest, it's a massive stretch and i will be honestly shocked if it's confirmed canon. i'm sorry. i thought it was ridiculous since the beginning, especially since sunday has far more coding to be related to ena than aventurine.

"but aventurine's eyes match the big eyeball in ena's art!"

okay. something unto death also has three eyes that shut that have a similar color scheme to the eye in ena's art. this connects both ena and fenge biyos, especially since it has three eyes on its left wing (and it's specified that fenge biyos is depicted with three eyes on a left palm). but it's not related to fenge biyos at all. also acheron's eyes have a similar color scheme to the one in ena's artwork, but she isn't related to ena at all. i know that aventurine's eyes are a big deal, but this argument is a fairly flimsy one if i'm being honest.

but more importantly, we know this very important detail about avgins worshiping the mother goddess

the avgins believe that, if you create statues or compose hymns for her, she would turn her gaze away from you. you would no longer be protected by her if you crafted hymns in her name.

and ena's biggest form of worship is through song and hymns. in fact, their biggest faction is called the Beyond the Sky Choir faction. the only way to hear their voice is through music. in fact, you can no longer hear ena's voice because the only records that we have in-canon can no longer be played because the last Phonograph of Order was destroyed.

it would literally not make sense for fenge biyos to be ena for that reason alone. because the primary form of worship and communication for ena is seen as a form of heresy for the mother goddess.

another point of contention is that we have seen the jewelry that is made in avgins' worshipping practices. and it looks like it has the Nazar in it, which is notoriously not related to catholicism.

see the 3 beaded parts with the dark center, light blue circle surrounded by white and blue? that looks exactly like a Nazar, or the evil eye, which comes from an ancient belief and practice not at all related to catholicism in the slightest.

now, if this were a rosary that looked like the one's in ena's portrait (white, gold, and red), i would be more inclined to think that there are some connections. but, there isn't. in fact, it just lends more credence to aventurine and the avgin's turkish romani coding (moreso the turkish part, not necessarily the romani part. i wasn't able to find anything accurate about romani religious practices using Nazar, as all the sources that came up with massively whitewashed and not from actual romani sources) than anything. in addition, what the mother goddess represents just... does not match ena's path at all. the mother goddess represents fertility, travels, and trickery, which isn't necessarily a stark contrast to the concept of order, but it is definitely not related to order.

but also, from a worldbuilding standpoint, hoyo would be shooting itself in the foot the mother goddess was secretly ena because. well, if they made the mother goddess to just be ena, you'd be destroying a very interesting plotline that her existence introduced. you'd be destroying the worldbuilding that non-aeon believers bring to the table.

yeah, so, that's my thoughts on it lol. i think sunday and robin being ena's specialist children, as it's been revealed as of 2.2, is another way for sunday to parallel aventurine's story. and we all know that hoyo loves a good parallel between their characters. however, i am not inclined to believe that fenge biyos and ena are the same beings.

#—the snake rambles #hsr sunday #sunday hsr #hsr ena #ena hsr #hsr aventurine #hsr spoilers #adding the aven tag bc i'm addressing the theory involving fenge biyos being ena in disguise

[atlasshrugd]

My thoughts on Bridgerton Season 3 Part 1 (Spoilers)

Hi guys! I have reached astounding levels of brainrot over this season (having rewatched Polin scenes until I am blue in the face) so here I am going to air my thoughts out in probably an incoherent manner. Thank you!

Off the bat:

. Amazing, stunning, beautiful chemistry. Nicola and Luke are really the fucking MVPs. Their chemistry is undeniable to the point where I NEED MORE. It kind of seems like they didn't have enough scenes together, but maybe it just felt that way because of all the other plotlines going on.

. Speaking of plotlines, I am sorry to say that I found all of them unnecessary and dull. I just wanted more Polin, I couldn't stand the Featherington drama, Mondrich drama, Queen drama, or even Bridgerton drama. Francesa's story was probably the most significant, but I felt it was still very dull!

. However, that won't turn me off from loving this season because I have been waiting EONS for Polin to get together! Someone needs to sedate me!

. LET'S TALK ABOUT COLIN "MANWHORE" BRIDGERTON. I have to say that while I was with everyone else when the news broke and hated the idea, I honestly did not mind it. I found it a good and impactful way to show the difference between meaningless sex vs actual intimacy and love. I liked that Colin was exploring himself and thinking he had to be more "manly" like society dictates, but that his genuine and deep connection with Pen (literally his only real friend aside from his siblings) made that pale in comparison. I LOVED how he was trying to get it off at the brothel but couldn't even GET IT UP when having a threesome. That made me laugh! I was like DAMN girl Penelope you did a number on this man. He is Colin "17 cities" Bridgerton yet ONE kiss from a virgin is enough to turn his world upside down and make him question everything he knows???? Hmmm yeah more of that please.

. Oh, carriage scene. If I loved you less I might be able to talk about you more. I can only say that I've broken my rewind button. It’s got CRACK in it. COLIN'S FACE when he realizes that THIS is the woman I will devote myself to for the rest of my life. He is done with his gallivanting ways and wants to literally just be with one woman for the rest of his life. I feel like without his promiscuous ways and bravado in the earlier episodes, this realisation would not hit as hard. It's no longer just the puppy love that he had with Marina, or the vacant lust he had with other women on his travels, but a true, real, meaningful connection that makes him LOSE HIS MIND. I like that that distinction is VERY clear and leaves no room for doubt that he is CHOOSING her.

. I love that he is “experienced” and that she isn't, but she’s able to bring him to his knees with one kiss! That dynamic is always tea, I fear! Also, I LOVE that my girl Penelope is able to get her needs met by someone who KNOWS what he’s doing. I don’t know what people are saying by “they have no chemistry.” To me, they have chemistry falling out of their ass!

. That being said, I am so scared about the LW reveal!! Holy shit, they are engaged and she still hasn't told him!! Which is different in the books. But LW is different in the show + the Marina thing didn't happen in the books. However, I love that they made LW less scathing in this season. She actually compliments all the debutantes and is really more of a reporter over a tabloid (except for that little thing she wrote about Colin, lol! But she was right!). I feel like Colin's hatred for LW is a little overstated. LW saved him from being trapped in a loveless marriage full of lies. I am shaking to see how this goes! Bring on the angst!

. I actually surprisingly liked the Cressida and Eloise friendship, I liked how it became a vehicle to show another side to Eloise, a more tolerant, compassionate, and realistic side. I loved Eloise and Pen's relationship this season. While they are fighting, they still love and try to protect each other. It's really the secondary love story of the season. We love to see it. I just hope Eloise doesn't fuck with her too much in part 2! (Btw, hate that this season is split into two parts! How am I going to wait until June 13th??? Tf???)

. Also, am I the only one thinking that they are building to Cressida having feelings for Eloise? Their connection and Cressida's sincerity towards Eloise is a little too real. I feel like by going into her stifling home life, they are inching towards that. Also, I am guessing that Cressida will end up marrying Debling, who will be gone so much and won't put any demands on her, so it will more be a marriage of practicality that allows Cressida to explore her feelings. We shall see!

. LET ME JUST SAY I SCREAMED when Penelope put her hand in Colin's hair. I remember in an interview Nicola saying that it was her idea to do that. THANK THE HEAVENS FOR THIS WOMAN !!!!! Because that was actually the hottest part of the season, there I said it. I CHEERED!! And if that was improvised by them, then that means that LUKE'S SLUTTY FACE was also his design!! I cannot thank these two enough for their service to this country!! Also, give Nicola an Oscar right now. I have never seen a more realistic sex scene and depiction of female desire tbh (oh god the moans). Especially in Bridgerton. This was the most real and sincere sex scene they've had yet. Take all the awards!

. LET'S TALK ABOUT COLIN'S FEELINGS. I've seen some people say that the season felt off (which I understand, I think it's bc of all the unnecessary plotlines) because Colin's feelings developed too fast. Let me just say that I DO NOT AGREE. I thought this was an entirely natural and logical progression of events. Think about it. We are not watching a "friends to lovers" arc from scratch. They have had TWO SEASONS of the "friend" part. We have had to watch ignorance, rejection, obliviousness, and misunderstanding between these two. Finally, in their own season, all that groundwork (laid over multiple years) has the chance to come off. It's like a spark that finally lights the embers. Their love has been smouldering under the surface for so long and all it takes is a match (their kiss) to make it spark into flame. Colin has felt so deeply for Penelope for a long time, and indeed they are best friends. He has always admired her as a woman and friend and felt comfortable with her. It wasn't until he kissed her that he realised those feelings were much more layered than he supposed. The fact that he dreams about her and that kiss, and ends up growing regretful and jealous of helping Pen attract other men, is absolutely right. The fact that he tries to get over her by going back to brothels but it DOESN'T WORK is absolutely genius! His love and desire for her, and thereby the realization of his feelings for her, is what propels him to look into himself and find that what he has been trying to be has been a lie. It's in that scene where he's with all the other Rakes. He considers himself, at heart, to be a gentleman - unlike the rest of them, and unlike what he's been presenting. He realizes that all the escapades he had only afforded him vacant experiences. He knows the difference between shallow and real connection now. This is when he decides to stop being someone he's not and embrace himself finally, just as he embraces his feelings for Pen! It's a great moment for his character development. I will be the one to say that by the realization of his feelings for Pen, he comes to the realization of himself.

. ONE MORE THING. I have seen some viewers complain about Penelope being the one to "beg" Colin to kiss her. I think these are more new fans who don't know the books, but I am TIRED of seeing this. The fact that Penelope is finally voicing her desires to the object of her desire after never speaking her mind or asking for what she wants, IS empowering! She is finally taking control of her own destiny! Unabashedly asking for what she wants! Being truthful with herself and brave enough to voice it! That is my GIRL. I was so proud of her. It was at that moment Colin knew that he was fucked (look at his face after he decides to do it). MM HM. That is good shit. I don't see her "begging" for it to be degrading. This was a beautiful moment between two close friends who trust each other more than anything. And that was the match that sparked all those repressed and ignored feelings!

. ALSO, I do not understand why people wanted Penelope to fall on her face after the carriage! WTF? Sure, in the books it’s fine, but actually seeing it??? Do they realise how humiliating and painful that would be? I’m so glad they didn’t do that in the show (and I hope it doesn’t happen in the next part). She is TINY, and do you see that huge ass gap between the carriage and the ground? If she fell, she would scrape her whole hands and face and it would be bloody. Why do people want Pen to suffer in humiliation even more?? It would not be funny.

. ACTUAL LAST THING: I actually LOVED Colin’s dream confession to Penelope, maybe as much as the carriage confession! “I’ve not been able to sleep, to eat, to speak…these days. My entire thoughts consumed by our kiss, by you.” I just loved Luke’s delivery of these lines. Btw, that dream was horny af! 

. So, in this way, I don't really understand the complaints about Colin or Polin in this season. I thought it was very well done and well acted. The only complaint is that I needed MORE. MOREEEEE

Anyway, that's all I can think of for now. I'm afraid I have nothing to say about the other storylines because I was resisting the urge to skip them the whole time. My heart lies with Polin and that's what I am focusing on. Thank you for reading!

#I NEEDDD TO BE PUT DOWN #and i need to drop this here bc reddit is a pain in my ass #i can't do shit ova there #bridgerton spoilers #bridgerton season 3 #bridgerton #polin #mine

[gallavichsreddie1128]

Back of the classroom (Will Graham)

Description: Y/N and Will are seeing each other but her father and Jack don’t know. When they are having a discussion in Will’s classroom he decides to tease her.

Warning: Fingering

Word Count: 1,178k

Request: Can you can do a imagine with Will Graham, where Y/N is an FBI agent too and her father is a great FBI agent (like Crawford, but he's from another department, New York or whatever) Jack invites her father to a talk, she and Will are alone in the back row and maybe his hand is in the middle of her legs… caressing her 🫦😏😏

She’s 20 and he’s 38. He could be her dad but that didn’t stop them from doing what they were doing. Y/N’s dad worked in a different department than Jack Crawford but Y/N was in Will’s class to be an FBI agent. Y/N’s dad didn’t know about the relationship, thankfully. Or he would have had her pulled from the class. Will was a real man compared to her other relationships she’s had. He knows how to please a woman and not just sexually. Y/N doesn’t live with her dad so sneaking to Will’s house isn’t sneaking.

The first time she went to his house she had an odd feeling given how his house was in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by trees and nature but nonetheless. He had so many dogs, which Y/N found cute. Winston was her favorite and he seemed to feel the same. “Winston really likes you.” Will tells her as they sit on the couch. “Well I really like him too.” She said and scratched the dog’s head. The sex was great, fantastic even. He had the hottest whimpers and whines. She always teased him about it after but reassured him that it was hot. Now they are in the back row of the class as her father and Jack talked.

They listened to the conversation and Jack wanted to work with her father. Will had told her about the cases they’ve had and Will was positive he knew who was doing it. Some guy named Hannibal Lecter. Y/N knew about Will’s “powers” and thought it was cool. As her dad and Jack were talking Will decided that it would be a great time to put his hand on her upper thigh. She looked, no glared at the man who kept his eye at the front of the class like someone was teaching them.

His hand being on her thigh made her breathing pick up. “Why are you so tense?” He asked as if he wasn’t the one causing it. He still wasn’t looking at her. “Are you teasing me, with my father in the room?” She asked him. “What if I was?” He asked with a smirk. “Then I’d say you’re playing a dangerous game, Graham.” “That’s Mr. Graham to you.” If she wasn’t wet by then she was definitely wet now. His hands slowly traveled to the button on her jeans and undid it. He pulled the zipper down not once moving his eyes from the front. He slipped his hand into her jeans and felt the wet spot coding her panties. “Damn you’re so wet. All because I put my hand on your thigh?” He asked, teasing her.

She huffed out a please and he started rubbing the wet spot on her panties making it bigger. She bit her lip to hold back the moan building in her chest. He felt the spot getting wetter and wetter and decided to stop. She glared at him and he could see from the corner of his eye. His hand stayed there for a few minutes before slipping under her panties making her let out a gasp. Jack and her father look up at her. “You okay?” He asked her. This time Will’s eyes were on her with fake concern. “Yeah I stubbed my toe.” She lied. They went back to talking and Will went back to rubbing his fingers on her clit. His bare fingers felt so good on her, like they always did. He wanted to watch her but knew that it would make things obvious if they looked back at the pair.

She tried to keep her face straight and not show any signs of pleasure. What made things worse was when Will moved a finger to her slimy hole. She bit back another gasp feeling his finger play with her hole. “Will, please.” She whispered trying not to moan. He chuckled and pushed his finger in her hole. Her hips lifted from the seat trying to make his finger go deeper. “Be careful. They might see you trying to fuck yourself on my finger.” He whispered to her. His finger was inside her but he didn’t move it. “Will.” She growled. He smiled and began moving his finger in and out.

Y/N hated that he wouldn’t just give her what she needs but the idea of her father knowing what they were doing and killing Will was not great. Her breathing was already uneven and she was holding back moans. Will was already getting hard at how tightly her pussy was squeezing his finger. He decided to add another. Y/N bit the back of her hand to hold back the gasp. She closed her eyes feeling the way his fingers were fucking her. “We are leaving.” Jack announced to the two. She opened her eyes and nodded.

They both watched as the two men left the room. The second the door shut they were on each other. She was in his lap as he fingers were fucking into her, their lips clashed together in a messy kiss. His other hand held her hip trying to move her hips. She got the idea and started rocking her hips. She moaned into the kiss, finally being able to make noise. His fingers moved faster and they could hear just how wet she was. She pulled away from the kiss to hide her face in his neck. “You’re so beautiful.” He told her as he curled his fingers. She nearly screamed as he did so. The knot in her stomach tightening. “Look at me baby.” He said and with the strength she had left she pulled back and looked at him.

He smirked at how fucked out she looked. Her eyes clouded with pleasure and her mouth wide opened. His name left her lips in a prayer. He cupped her face and pulled her closer. “Cum for me.” He said in her mouth. She felt her orgasm hit her hard and she moaned loudly. He watched her intensely as she fell apart. His fingers riding out her orgasm. His name comes out of her in pathetic whines. The sight was to die for and he was glad that he was looking at her now to see it. He pulled out his fingers once she had calmed down. He smirked at how wet and gooey they looked.

He looked at her as she stared back curious. He lifted his fingers to his mouth without breaking eye contact and sucked on them until her juices were gone. Her jaw dropped as he did this feeling herself wanting more. “You my dear taste amazing.” He told her. Before she could reply there was a knock at the door. It was her dad wondering if she was ready to go. “Fuck.” She got up from his lap. She forgot about dinner. She quickly zipped up her jeans and made herself look okay again. “Love you. Bye.” She said as she ran to the door. He smiled as she walked out of the door. He loved her too.

#hannibal #mads mikkelsen #hannibal lecter #hannibal nbc #hugh dancy #will graham #will graham x reader #will graham smut #will graham imagine #will graham x you

[summerof336bc]

GOT TO SEE THE CHOSEN IN THE THEATER. IM OFFICIALLY INSANE

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#entries #IT WAS SO FUCKING GOOD. im sooo excited for the full release of s3 #i cried probably a grand total of 6 times. it was AMAZING!! #i loved the sermon on the mount montage..... #uhm. i really like judas!! hes funny #THE CONVO MATTHEW HAD WITH HIS PARENTS . SOBS. #when he talks about how hes always felt different. yeah....... #also andrews apology to mary made me cry.... #simon-peter & eden are so cute (CANNOT WAIT UNTIL SIMONS NAME CHANGE) #zee & matthews partnership will be! interesting im very excited for when they split up #THOMAS & RAMAH. ARE EVERYTHING TO ME. THEYRE ADORABLE OH MY GD!!! #what else....oh! gaius & atticus. rotating them in my mind. #atticus is...interesting. the way he lied to quintus! & hes being nice! whats up with that! #gaius' convo with matthew was so....let them hug already please #OH. little james & jesus' convo about him getting healed. i SOBBED. that was. #so deeply personal to me & i really REALLY liked that scene. it was. ough #lastly it was a bit fruity. why were judas & phillip on top of each other hmm nathaniel?? #john why did you say YOU'D marry thomas hmmmm???? #anyways. the chosen good. #chosen posting

[kn11ves]

emotional support group for autistics who got called condescending and rude as kids just for responding to things directly and still not knowing how they were being mean

#what did i do #i got constantly told by my mother and step father (and his family) that i always talked like i knew better than they did or that i was #just as mature. i was just fuckjng talking what the hell did you want me to do #why do you feel attacked when a 10 year old speaks to you as an adult????? literally what #i dont know on that note sometimes its just like i dont even feel like ive aged at all #sure i have a giant explosion of time in my head just Gone from my memory because i was getting abused but like i dont feel like ive aged #or really matured ive felt like ive alwats felt #i cant relate when epople are like me when i feel all my ages or i wish i could go back to being x age or being x age everything felt so #different..like no it didnt. or im missing something? #i have never in my life felt like anything has changed. ive always been this old. there is no ''inner child'' and ive never had childhood #innocence or a nostalgia or childhood to go back to. i have no idea what any of you are talking about ever👍 #ugh jst rmemebred skmething that happened with my white step dad's mother #we visited her house and she literally fucking didnt let me go (not physically) until i replied to her with Correct Granmar. what was i #doing? i was reaponding to her by saying ''yeah'' and she kept repeating ''yes'' like telling me to say yes instead of yeah and i didnt #Fucking Get It because guess what you old white cracker i barely fucking speak english and you are just saying things in an aggressive tone #like thats gonna make me get it. and i Didnt i just kept replying yrah to her yes's and then she got tired of it and we left out the door #and theeeeen i got yelled at in the car by being called disrespectful and rude by my parents. WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO????????? #those crackers never liked me LOL i literally know they didnt #ugh i rmemeber this one time my step dads father was like trying to show me some dumb boxing or karate or something punching move and he #told my mother that i was good at it because he felt i had a lot of aggression and then NY MOTHER YELLED AT ME IN THE CAR FOR IT?????? #oh fucking wonder why te kid being abused mighthave aggression but she didnt Know (apart from what She was doing to me) like why would it #be my fucking fault if he thought i had aggression in me HOW IS THAT MY FAULT WHAT DIDBI DO I WAS JUST TRYING TO DO THE MOVE BECAUSE WELL #I WAS TRYING TO GET ALONG BECAUSE THATS WHAT THEY WANTED ME TO DO #she was like do you know how much that embarassed me and WHAT THE HELL HE SAID IT I DIDNT I WAS LIKE #8??? OR SOMETHING???? I DONT FUCKING KNOW!!! I DIDNT KNOW WOMAN WHAT DID YOU WANT FROM ME #mothers when they mother👍

[silverselfshippingchaos]

one day I'll be able to tell what I feel towards certain characters LMAAAOOO

#ash rambles 💚 #i sometimes talk about how i identify as unlabeled and how that affects me as a person. especially as a punjabi woman. that feeling of being #marginalized different special and ultimately alone in so many ways. but a lot of my unlabeledness comes from a blatant hatred of calling #myself things. defining myself has always felt like a form of oppressing myself. i dont want to live in a box when thats what the world sees #me as. you have to learn how to get people to realize that youre so much more than Nerdy Indian Kid. and that's hard. and so i have this #tendency to merely accept feelings for what they are as opposed to dwelling on them at all #as a result there happens to be a lot of characters in which i go 'yeah i'd hit that.. but i wouldn't date that'. i dont label a lot of l #relationships. i see feelings as something very fluid. i think that we're all free birds at the end of the day #sorry for the ramble. this is all a long way for me to say that i literally dont know what i feel towards a new character LMAAAAOOO #is he a blorbo??? maybe. is he hot??? maybe. do i just have old man related issues??? yeah. am i crushing??? maybe. #do i wanna be his friend??? maybe. then again his source material is so complicated that i cant really put a label on anything since it's #all shifting constantly. #I'm... too embarrassed to say which character I'm thinking about! #but as a hint so maybe you can figure out what universe he's from... #'it's not a lake. it's an ocean.'

[thetimelordbatgirl]

With all the mystery around who Ruby is and who her mom is, I really, really hope it isn't actually the Trickster like others have been saying, because while yes it would be nice to see something from SJA appear in current DW, it also would just feel weird at this point as the Trickster was such a Sarah Jane villain that it just feels wrong to give him to the Doctor as an enemy just because Sarah Jane is gone.

#like the way he had alot of connections to sarah jane versus none with the doctor #closest his brigade got was a connection to donna via the time beetle #but like hes always been a sarah jane enemy really #debuting via targetting her childhood friend and offering said childhood friend to switch sarah jane to her place to die #just because the future would be fucked without sarah jane #leading to a confrontation between the two in the place of non-existance or whatever its called #and just trickster earned a full spot on enemy list when erasing luke from existence and targeting maria #two kids sarah cares about fully #and then the next two times it was sarah jane's parents he tried to tempt her to save and therefore again mess up the timelien #and then got a guy as a minion to marry sarah jane but the doctor interrupted shit and ultiamtely thanks to sarah #the guy turns against the trickster and hes stopped #and i know the trickster was intended to return in S5 finale but like #i uh dont really like those plans they had for him and sky for so many reasons #literally ignored it in my fic when it comes to adult sky as it is #and last we got of him overall was fucking up sarah jane's funeral but getting defeated by everyone present #which...yeah that audio including that felt a lil weird and unneeded but #like i know people are saying they could be reusing the sky trickster plot with ruby but i really hope not #just because to me anyway it made no sense #especially for a villain whose focus has always been tempting others to cheat death and such #its how he causes chaos basically #let alone added unneeded shit to sky's character just to be an excuse to get rid of her at the end of S5 #like at this point just do something different leave the trickster in SJA stuff...i would say have a luke audio with him #but as we know beyond bannerman road literally gave luke dust and made him pro-military and didnt even have him #talk with wormwood in her appearence so...

[sherlock-is-ace]

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#welcome to another installment of: angel spits out all his thoughts about autism cause if he keeps them inside his head will explode #in today's episode: is it possible that my ''panic attacks'' have been autistic meltdowns all this time? #then answer is maybe! #ok so i was watching this youtube video from channel I'm autisticn now what? (check it out it's great!) #and meg was talking about the different types of autistic meltdowns and how they might manifest #and then in the comments people were discussing autistic meltdowns vs panic attacks and how cofused they used to be about them #and that got me thinking... there's a big thing that needs to happen during a panic attack for it to be a panic attack #and that is anxious thoughts... many people talk about fear of death during panic attacks #and that was never my experience. I don't feel like I'm going to die when I have these ''attacks'' #they feel painful and like i'm completely out of control but my head is quite clear in that regard #i always thought it was because i don't think dying is like The Worst thing that could happen to me so maybe that was why #and it never ocurred to me that it could be an autistic meltdown because i always saw those as ''little boy hits his head against the wall' #(horrible i know) but it's more than that! (plus i sadly started self harming when the ''attack'' is too bad so not i fit that idea lol) #it's the uncontrollable crying. the throwing anything you have at hand across the room. the not being able to utter words #(other than ''no'' in my case) it's the complete lack of control #and that fits so much more to what i experience! i even related to meg's personal anecdote about a meltdown she had as a child #being separated from my mom made me go into full panic modes as a kid and that was seen as a tantrum but it was more than that to me! #and as an added bonus the only therapist i've ever seen in my life used to call my panic attacks ''pseudo-panic attacks'' #because even she felt it didn't quite fit in the description (not that she was a good therapist so i can't put her as an example lol) #but anyways... yeah every day that goes by i'm more and more convinced I am autistic and it scares me to fucking death #because of the way my mom reacted when i first raised the question. so yeah this is for nothing lol nothing will change in my life #¯\_(ツ)_/¯ #angel talks #personal

[todayisafridaynight]

YEAH NO TONBI GOT HANDS.......... my timing on suggesting it may be Questionable but I AM very glad it holds up as a movie :] hopefully the interview and We Make Antiques are fun diversions! But also take it easy <3 can confirm Nakai is Pretty Moe in both though <3 And I WILL harass you about Masato's VA next week...

TBF YOU SUGGESTED IT A WEEK OR SO AGO twas on me for taking a while to get to it... nevertheless i did really enjoy it thank you..... AND YAYA IM SO STOKED TO WATCH THE FULL INTERVIEW AND WMA2 THANK YOU SO MUCH AGAIN ☆*: .｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆!!!!!

esp cant wait to hear about masato's VA in the future.. 👁️👁️

#snap chats #LISTEN i think we all just have to accept at this point any time there's a story about a doting father or fts a doting father #i will cry like its unavoidable. so whether my life's falling apart that week or everything's fine #There Will Be No Difference In How Much I Cry ☠️☠️ im just built terribly what can i say it makes for GREAT inspo tho #tonbi WAS real cute tho and i did enjoy it a lot Because yasu did remind me of my dad a lot #very lucky to say my dad's never slapped me or thrown water in my face tho so LMAO BUT FOR THE MOST PART Yeah... #in a way it weirdly felt like watching an AU of my life. if i may sound insane. listen i already said the kid's name had me twisted LISTEN #fr tho cause ive always wondered what my life wouldve been like if i was able to be raised by my dad instead #im gonna make myself start crying if i get too deep into it LMAO NEEDLESS TO SAY i really enjoyed the movie :) #EVIL that they really did let us see akira get married and now yasu gotta give a speech and If He IS Anything Like My Dad #i know damn well he was winging it and didn't prep a script and I Will Start Crying if i think back to my sis's wedding #STILL MAD THAT THE ONE TIME I HAD TO PISS WAS RIGHT BEFORE HIS SPEECH BUT WHATEVER MOVING ON #said i wasnt gonna talk bout the movie/my dad anymore lest i make myself UPSET yet here i am... always saying more when i shouldnt ☠️ #but yeah... i have ONE (1) more comm this week Lest Someone Wants To Snipe A Spot IDK #SO im gon do that :] #and im kinda tired rn... but the uncertainty of how much time i have nowadays urges me to work on it a bit #i dont THINK it should take super long but it IS a full-rendered piece so.... it will take time needless to say #n e way not to sound insane but nakai is An Endearing Chap. is the most sane way i can put it #i mentioned it durin a stream but somethin bout him just naturally exudes cute... idk... im delirious probably ANYWAY BYE FR NOW #CANNOT WAIT for next week to be harassed 🥰🥰

[sttoru]

·.⌇ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. thinking about true form!sukuna having a huge size kink (+ corruption kink).

word count. 2.6k

note. super self-indulgent. cant rlly blame me for creating this. also do you see those big ass hands in the header i used? yeah.. says enough (this sucks ass)

tags. dom heian era!sukuna x concubine!female reader. smut. porn with plot. size kink / size difference (reader gets referred to as ‘short’ & ‘small’). p in v -> unprotected. degradation. corruption kink (reader gets referred to as ‘naive’, 'shy' & innocent’-looking). tummy bulging. loss of virginity mention. hymen breaking mention. cervix fucking, ouch. lots of teasing. tiny bit of choking. tiny mention of blood tasting ? idk. hint at anal / double penetration. dirty talk. sukuna has two of everything btw mehehe. reader get called ‘woman, brat, slut, little'.

sukuna is intrigued by you. he’s always been, since the moment he’s laid his eyes upon you. your loyalty and devotion to him are two aspects that the king of curses likes most about you. .

. . after your innocence.

it nearly irked him. every time he saw you hanging around the estate without a single care in the world. sukuna would attempt to intimidate you with serious threats. he’d loom over your short stature and look down at you with a malicious glint in his eyes. though, none of it seemed to work.

you'd only bow your head at him and apologise if you’ve caused him any possible inconveniences. it annoyed the sorcerer. you weren’t trembling in fear like all the others would — it was like there was nothing going on in that head of yours. especially when you smile at him. which no one actually dares to do.

sukuna could crush you. with no effort. one big hand would be enough to pick your entire body up, lift you in the air and throw you around like a ragdoll. you don’t seem to fear the possibility of that happening, even when being faced with a pissed off sukuna.

it’s truly intriguing and amusing. that’s why sukuna kept you around every day — as a form of entertainment, he called it. one thing led to the other and you eventually ended up as one of his concubines. the king of curses himself decided to grant you that promotion.

why? because not only does your fragile body, reserved and polite personality and innocence secretly fascinate him — it also makes him crave you. crave to shatter that naivety of yours. to take that small body of yours and make it feel what it means to be overpowered by a man twice your size.

sukuna does not regret his decision to make you his concubine. the first night you spent together was one of the best nights he had ever had. in all his many years of living. not a single woman had ever succeeded in blowing his mind when it came to sex.

it was usually boring and repetitive for the sorcerer. he felt nothing for those women he’s had in bed before — it was solely for the fact of satisfying himself. though, that changed on the day you had given him your virginity.

he remembers every detail; from your little noises of both pain and pleasure, your tight and untouched pussy that bled faintly when the fat tip of his lower cock pushed through, your nails that dug into his arms and back, your thighs that he held to your chest, his large hands that could easily wrap around the fat of them, your aching cunt that was left spasming around air as it tried to keep his sticky cum stored in place.

sukuna didn’t think your tears would affect him as much. when he took your virginity and you whimpered in pain — he did feel a twinge of guilt. it was strange; he hadn’t felt that emotion before. he had stopped and wiped your tears away. roughly whispered some words of encouragement too.

he had never done so before. never. he had never told anyone how ‘good’ they were for him. how he’d be ‘careful’ to not make it hurt any more. the king of curses recalls vividly how slow he started with you. slow sex. instead of rough like he’s used to.

sukuna wasn’t chasing after his own pleasure in that moment like he’d usually have. his main priority was to make sure the girl below him was comfortable enough to continue. you’re strange. the things you make him do, say and feel are strange. and yet. . .

it was an amazing night. the best. however sukuna was left behind with an insatiable hunger for you. more, more, more. he can’t grasp it yet; why he longs for you. for those feelings he’s suddenly capable of experiencing during intimate moments.

it’s why he calls for you every night. no other concubine was needed after you were made one. the king of curses couldn’t care less about those other women. they are boring to him.

unlike you. the one he’s sure that he won’t ever get bored of.

“you can take me so well now,” sukuna breathes out. one of his cocks was inches deep inside you, bulbous tip painfully hitting your cervix. over the past few weeks, your body had learnt to adjust to him, your pussy molded to fit the shape of his dick.

sukuna looks down at you and his cocks twitch with the urge to release already. his heavy balls clenching. your fucked out state is adorable. you seemed so.. vulnerable underneath the big man, “what a fragile little thing.”

it almost sounded condescending. degrading. especially with sukuna’s lips being curled up into a mean grin, his sharp canines showing. there was a puddle of your cum forming underneath your hips — staining the sheets that the poor servants have to clean by tomorrow morning.

“p-please, fngh, ‘s too big,” you sputter out. no matter how many times you took sukuna in, your smaller body couldn’t quite fully accommodate to the girth of him. every time he hits your deepest parts, you let out a painful whimper.

sukuna kisses his teeth, though slows his thrusts a bit. the wet sounds of his cum and yours getting pushed in and out of your cunt with each move was too addicting. what sukuna loves most is the view of the skin of your lower abdomen swelling and stretching each time he pushes forward.

“i thought you said you’d take both of my cocks today, yet it seems like you can’t even handle one,” the king of curses sighs whilst belittling you. one set of hands is holding you down by your hips, the other set is fondling your stiff nipples and circling your sensitive clit, “what a pity. a real pity.”

you almost choke on your spit as all your sensitive spots were being fondled. sukuna’s thick fingers leave no place untouched as he increases the tempo again—his cock plunging in and out of your stretched hole. the upper one was twitching, rubbing against your clit and lower abdomen.

sukuna harshly grabs your jaw and makes you look up at him after he hears you apologise for making empty promises. he seems satisfied with you staying so polite. even when he’s practically rearranging your guts. the way you talk through your soft sobs and cries is endearing. makes him grin wickedly.

“i don’t want to break my favourite little concubine yet, you see,” sukuna continues. he lets out a grunt of pleasure when your pussy clenches around his thick cock. no matter how many times he fucks you dumb, you still remain as tight as the first time.

he takes in a deep breath. he’s trying his best not to pound you into the mattress. he’d fold you in half and probably break you like the fragile thing you are. he could snap you like a twig if he wasn’t careful, “. . .but you’re making it very difficult for me.”

you respond by apologising again. oh, how cute it was to see you babble and make up excuses. sukuna grits his teeth, jaw clenching as he resists the urge to go harder on you. you’re already squirming and moaning loudly just because he’s fucking you hard and deep—bruising your cervix and forcing your walls to open up to him.

“‘m sorry, wanna take both.” you hiccup and sniffle. tears ran down your cheeks from overstimulation. it felt so good yet so painful to be taken by the person you admire most. you didn’t want to displease him, so you uttered those hopeless yet needy sentences again.

sukuna stops his movements when you weakly ask him to use both of his cocks on you. he scoffs, not knowing where you gained the confidence from. he pulls out of your dripping cunt, leaving a trail of cum connecting both your genitalia.

“‘wanna take both,’ she says,” sukuna mocks you under his breath. it’s getting worse; he’s nearing the point of no return. especially with your desperate whines that were like music to his ears, “you’ll break, woman.”

two of his hands move to stroke along his lengths, smearing the mixture of body fluids all over them. his eyes glare down at your small form—already fucked out, yet aching to continue. needing the full experience for once.

you always turn from a shy girl to a complete slut whenever he has you in bed. sukuna loves it.

“i want to try at the very least,” you mutter. it’s true that you’re exhausted. you’re catching your breath now that you got the chance, tired eyes glancing up at sukuna’s enormous stature between your legs, his defined muscles and the tattoos on them glistening under the faint light of the oil lamp.

it got your pussy throbbing and clamping down around air. you felt a bit light headed and your head lolls back against the pillow, eyes glazed over as you try to seem determined. but your body was tired.

“yeah? how. . . cute,” sukuna grins. he knows you can’t. not today at least. he doesn’t mind if you aren’t capable of taking him fully since you’ve already pleased him well enough for now. though, he still can’t help but tease you—make it seem like he’s going to give you what you want, “all right. don’t say i didn’t warn you.”

your eyes widen and your fingers curl around the silky bedsheets beneath you in anticipation. your heart is pounding in your chest as you watch sukuna pump his two cocks a bit faster, squeezing the base a bit, leaking some pre.

it’s all just for show.

“i’m not stopping. even if you scream.” the king of curses warns you with a dangerous glint in his eyes. you gulp at the terrifying aura sukuna was emitting. one of his tips teases your entrance whilst the other probes and circles around your anus.

he threatens you again, testing if you’ll back down, “last chance. i’m not pulling out once i’m in, do y’hear me?”

you keep being stubborn until the very last second. sukuna’s deep voice that shook you to your core was not enough to make you change your mind. you were so desperate to fulfill his every need and make sure that he was satisfied. it made you the perfect woman in his eyes.

the king of curses is completely amused. he decides to take it up a notch. he pushes his lower cock against the tight ring of muscles, pressing and nearly allowing the tip to move in. the sudden increase in pressure is torturous. you surely wouldn’t be able to withstand the entire thing.

“w-wait!” you squeal in surprise and pain. the sting you felt made you snap back into reality. it’s when you realised that maybe you needed more time and experience to take both of sukuna’s dicks. you squirm your hips away, “can’t. i can’t.. hurts too much.”

sukuna nearly rolls his eyes once you finally give in. he shakes his head with a sigh, feigning disapproval and annoyance. he pulls his entire body away from yours—a ominous shadow casted over his eyes. it makes you think that he’s pissed off at you; for being unable to please him.

you panic a little. even if you are sure sukuna wouldn’t ever hurt you. you know he favours you over the other concubines. you don’t want to lose that position.

“i’m sorry.” you apologise before the sorcerer could say anything. he lets out a sharp breath, rough hands back on your body, kneading your flesh gently yet firmly. his eyes take in the view of you trembling.

it’s unreal. you are half his size—completely vulnerable underneath him. he’d normally call people like you weak and useless. wouldn’t feel a thing for them. but your naked body below his is a sight he wishes to see every night.

it turns sukuna on so much. the fact that you are helpless and don’t complain when you’re struggling to take one of his cocks gets him going each time.

“tsk. what’d i tell you?” sukuna grumbles. he slaps his lower cock firmly against your clit. your body responds by closing your thighs together, though the king of curses pries them apart again, “stop overestimating yourself, brat.”

he isn’t actually mad. it was expected—of course you couldn’t take both at once. he didn’t even prep your other hole enough. plus you are clearly still exhausted from the previous rounds. sukuna just likes to. . . test and take advantage of your devotion to him. your obedience and desires to please him.

it’s fascinating to see you squirm and apologise in that whiny voice of yours. it makes him grin from ear to ear. and it keeps things fun.

before you could mutter excuses again, sukuna stops you by leaning in. just when you thought you’d finally get to kiss him, he goes to bite down on your bottom lip. a moan slips out of your mouth which only spurs him on to bite down harder.

you could feel the devilish smirk on sukuna against your lip. his wet tongue cleans up the tiny drop of blood that escaped the wound. he lets out a low hum in approval at the taste. delicious as always.

“now, how should i punish my little concubine for being unable to keep her word?” sukuna whispers in a serious tone. it sends shivers down your spine, his hot breath traveling from your jaw to your right ear. he slowly licks your earlobe, “what do you say? any ideas?”

the tension in the room was palpable. your heart was stammering in your throat from the proximity between the two of you. you gather the courage to answer as sukuna’s fingers curl around your neck, squeezing your throat as if forcing the answer out of you.

“i-i’ll do anything, sir.” you reply through a shaky breath. the king of curses pulls back after he’s got a response from you. your eyes meet his and that’s when you know that you’ve either greatly pleased him or have given him the chance to go all out on you.

it’s probably both.

“anything, you say?” sukuna repeats slowly. without a warning, he effortlessly flips you over on your stomach, a set of hands pulling your ass up by your hips whilst the other set holds your upper body down on the mattress.

a harsh grip on the back of your head results into you whimpering. your face was mushed into a pillow, almost leaving no place to breathe. your back is placed in the perfect arch with your plump ass facing up. it’s one of sukuna’s favourite positions to do with you — especially because it makes you seem smaller than you already are.

“heh. i’ll make you regret saying that.” sukuna chuckles. a low, evil and wicked chuckle. that’s enough to make you realise that he was not going easy on you. your submission had greatly impressed the king of curses and he's taking advantage of it. again.

what would come next could be a reward for that said submission. he’s going to fuck your brains out and make you forget about everything else except for his dick. a night you won’t ever forget as long as you live—that’s a possibility.

or perhaps you’re going to be crying and begging him to go easy on you. a punishment for not being able to keep your promise. that could also happen.

anyway, you’re about to find out which one it is.

#sttoru writes. #jjk smut #jjk x reader #sukuna smut #sukuna x reader #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #sukuna x you #sukuna x y/n #female reader

[screampied]

Sukuna’s tongue on his abdomen. You do the rest 😫

❤︎ ໋𓈒 asking to ride sukuna's stomach tongue while you make out with him

warnings. fem! reader, true form sukuna, riding his stomach tongue, cunnilinguś, dirty talk, praise, mdni.

“. . woman, don’t mumble,” he’d sneer, an arm hooked around your waist. you panted, suddenly feeling small. he sat manspread on his throne, occasionally brushing a thumb against the edges of your hips. dark irises stare you down before he continues to speak in a rough tone. “repeat yourself. and look at me when you speak, i taught you well, did i not?”

your eyes ran down every inch of his body, all down sukuna’s washboard abs before it leers near that particular spot. near the lower part of his torso, where a merely pried open mouth rests. you couldn’t help but ponder to yourself, imagining such raunchy things about the extra mouth that attached towards the outer part of his stomach.

“i said . .” you project your voice slightly, still speaking softly. the air felt thick all around you, you swallow an invisible lump in your throat as you straddle him before sighing. “your extra mouth near . . there,” and you point, watching his dark eyes glance to where you’re referring to. “can— may i sit on it?”

“ah,” he snickers, already knowing you were gonna ask him that anyway. sukuna brings a hand towards his mouth, wiping underneath his nose before humming. “you’re such an odd girl,” and his voice deepens, its pitch sends a plethora of tingles to wander all throughout your body. “you may. but first,” and you stare into his eyes, watching as he grabs your chin, gently skimming his thumb alongside your lip as if he was parting your lips to converse. “say those words for me, pretty please.”

as he runs a thumb against your lip, you stare right into his dark hooded eyes. he slyly smiles at you, his fangs briefly poking out as he awaited for those sweet honeyed words to escape.

“but ryo,” you pout, aware he went by sukuna but you always shortened his name whenever you didn’t get your way right away.

“hmph,” he huffs out a husky breath, raising your chin up slightly as you still sat on his lap. your panties that were already pulled to the side pokes underneath your skirt before you inch closer towards him—closer towards his perfectly sculpted chest. “don’t 'ryo' me, girl. manners, let’s use those today, yeah?”

a long silence occurs before you blow, and he finds your frustration entirely adorable…

“pretty please,” you repeat his words, a cute grumble hidden underneath your tone. “pretty please can you allow me on your s-stomach so i can . .”

“never told you to go into detail, nasty girl,” he chortles, and his deep voice made you throb. such bass in it, it boomed throughout the entire palace.

“mhm . . . but as you wish,” and two big hands grab onto the sides of your waist. with a brief lift, you’re scooted up further against his abdomen where the closed mouth resides. “you’re gonna have to either hold on or i’m gonna have you hold you up, princess.”

“okay,” you suck in a sharp breath, wrapping your cute frail arms around him. he’s got this stare that’s so intimidating—so attractive.

you felt him hold your hips in place, guiding you where to sit. he had to slouch a bit against his throne, and you were finally sat. his eyes pierce into yours and he’s awaiting for your reaction. “how does it work, ‘kuna?”

“heh. oh you’ll see,” he grunts, and then moments later, you feel it — a slow lick that runs straight against your panties. your facial expression was cute, taken aback but cute. it felt like usual, how he’d eat you out whenever, just a tad bit different.

the tongue was a bit more lengthy, you moan once you jerk against him before slumping into his chest. “tell me little one,” he says, holding you with his front arms, kissing the tip of your forehead, another ruffling your hair. “how’s my extra tongue making you feel?”

it was so sloppy, you shudder once you hear a brief slurp commence and your eyes merely roll back.

“g—goooood,” you drag out, and he chuckles at how you start to grind against his abdomen. “it feels good, ‘kuna. don’t s—stop.”

“like i said before, such an odd one you are,” he gruffs lowly. from your sheer pleasure, he found himself getting slightly aroused himself. your sweetened moans going all up against his ear makes him smile. you just couldn’t stay still, the more you felt the tongue lap against your sopping cunt — the more you felt the need to grind against him even further. “is it better than my regular tongue?”

“s-stop talking, ‘kuna,” you whine, being taken over with pure lust. it felt so good—you couldn’t exactly put the feeling into words, but you felt yourself grow hot. it was as if the tongue had a mind of its own. flicking vigorously all between your folds, you profusely twitch. “hold me.”

he snickers, his lower arms gripping onto your waist like velcro.

“oh, how humorous. the human has the nerve to tell me what to do,” and you gnaw on your lip, feeling yourself start to dissolve into a blissful trance. the tongue went in multiple directions, circular and all. it spelled out a plethora of things including the alphabet, all over your pussy. you’ve never experienced anything like it. curiosity did kill the cat after all. “you taste sweet. have you been playing with yourself recently?”

“n— no,” you murmur in a weak voice, knowing you were about to approach your peak soon. it was so quick paced, you barely had time to keep up with your own shortened breaths. your voice sounded so small, it trembled on every word and symbol and he just snickers. “i didn’t.”

“look into my eyes and tell me you didn’t touch yourself,” he utters in a growl, gripping your chin as his lower tongue continued to wander all throughout your folds. you were soaked, the more you rutted your jittery hips against him—you became more and more close. his thumb swipes against your lip before he hums out of amusement. “yeah. go on,” he says after you suddenly grow quiet after eight dreadfully long seconds pass. “girl, i don’t have all day.”

you moan, feeling the licks against your sopping entrance fuel up a longing hunger that stirred up inside you. the tongue was slow, making sure to savor every inch of your honeyed taste. your arms remained wrapping around his broad shoulders before you lean in to kiss him.

“foolish woman,” he titters, pressing a finger against your lips. your eyes stare at his long well trimmed nail before averting back towards him. “if you want a kiss from me, you’d say what i tell you to say.”

the pout that stretches against the corners of your lips never cease, he was impossible.

you felt yourself throb at the countless sensational slurps the extra tongue made, you were panting . . hurriedly chasing your irregular rough breaths to only fail, as if it were some sort of lewd competition.

“f— fine,” you grouse, a pout still on your lips. he raises an eyebrow with a smirk, awaiting for your pathetic words that eventually comes. “i … i touched myself when you weren’t here, ‘kuna.”

“and what exactly was the reason for that?” he jibes.

you glare at him but it falters quickly, your eyebrows furrowing into a sweet curl once you’re about to let out a frenzied teeth shattering orgasm.

“i was bored. you’re always away doing boring king stuff and i just—”

“silly girl,” he cuts you off in a sonorous voice, swiftly shaking his head at you describing his royal devoirs as ‘boring king stuff’. you feel your heart flutter once your cunt clenches. you whimper, a fire igniting within you and your thighs suddenly ached. you felt it coming all too well. it was inevitable, your legs trembled the more the tongue lapped against your pussy at a more quickened speed. “don’t care what your reason is, this pussy’s only for my hands ‘n my hands only.”

alas, you were melting, metaphorically speaking but your entire body felt like it was.

it was so lewd, it’s slurping rang through your ears before moments later . . you jolt forward, feeling your release finally come. you came, a coil within you tightening and snapping before you whimper into his arms.

“s— sukunaaa,” you tremor, and that’s when he finally brings you into a loving kiss.

finally, you sink into his warm embrace, still grinding your hips briefly against the mouth that laid against his lower torso. your mouth pops open, glossed lips parting before you skim your tongue against his. he laughs, a hand of his slithering down your back in such a teasing way. you were still moving despite your entire body resuming to ride out your recent orgasm.

his embrace was soft, caressing the tiny hairs that stood up against your back . . lovingly.

as your tongue ran against his, you felt his fangs and you moan right into his mouth — a hand slowly trailing down his chiseled chest. he groans, deepening the kiss before grabbing your chin, tilting your head forward. foreheads touch briefly and it’s so soft.

you’re rocking back and forth, still pulsing heavily before after a while, he pulls away. you’re out of breath, the tongue still laid against your clit before your droopy hooded eyes stare into him.

“. . awww,” he slyly taunts, noticing your dumb expression. all that just from his extra tongue, he hums to himself once more before tilting your chin. “now now, what do we say afterwards?”

“t- thank you, ‘kuna,” and then you let off a deep sigh. “i love you.”

“mhm,” he rasps lowly, leaning forward to plant another sweet kiss on the top of your forehead. “i love you too, princess,” and then a long pause occurs. you’re staring at him, no words escaping but you look like you were desperately yearning to ask him something. “speak, girl.”

in short pants, you feel near his pecs before stammering out in shy words. “can— can we do that again, pretty please?”

sukuna smirks, his eyes briefly rolling before he cocks his neck. he lets off a low grumble before his eyes linger down towards the slick mess you created on him. “hm. as you wish. this time though, you cum when i tell you. understand?”

“yes, ‘kuna.”

“that’s a good girl.”

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[chuluoyi]

࿐ ࿔ 🕰️ 「 11:07 P.M 」

divorce scare apology fic🤞🏻 yes people, in the spirit of april 1, it’s gojo who is having dreams :)) and i promise you it’s straight up comfort fic~

a part of gojo's love entries

you’ve known something is bugging satoru as he hasn’t been teasing the heck out of you for these past three days.

and you were proven true when tonight, on your marital bed, he said—

“so… i’ve been thinking…” he started, seemingly deep in thought, playing with your hair. “oh, more like it’s because of this one bad dream…”

“what are you on about?” you raised an eyebrow. okay, you knew something was up with him, but him being a bit skittish made you a bit worried.

“umm, yeah. so, the other day i had this dream about us in tokyo district court—”

“district court—?”

“—getting a divorce, yeah.”

your eyes rounded, and satoru could feel himself almost regretting his words seeing your stunned expression, so he added a band-aid—

“no, it was just a dream! i’m not divorcing you, okay?!”

however, your expression had soured, as you looked down, visibly heartbroken. alarmed, satoru immediately pulled you to his chest.

“oh, ooh— there, there,” he soothed you, stroking your hair. “sweets, no. never. okay? i’m just telling you, just like what you did the other day.”

you had a dream of him cheating on you once, but this was wholly different.

“you’re the worst,” you accused, and despite yourself, you felt an ache in your chest. “how could such thought even cross your mind— that you dream about it?”

“if i can pick my dream… i’ll pick the memory from our honeymoon— precisely when i ripped your black and pink lingerie off and made you scream my name, you know that.”

you huffed, burying your face in his chest. “hmph. explain.”

satoru smiled, finding you so incredibly precious. silly wifey.

he proceeded as he pat your back. “nothing really, i’m still bitter too! no way in hell! but then i started thinking… what would you do in 0.001% chance of us being divorced?”

you pulled away, growling. “…so there’s still a chance—!”

“noooo! that’s statistically impossible! aren’t we having a late night talk? we’re always talking about imaginary scenarios at night, aren’t we?!”

what was the point of this? it was only upsetting you with each second.

“how could you ask me that?” you glared at him resentfully. “if we’re divorced, then—” you grabbed his hand and placed it on your belly. “what about baby? do you not want to see him anymore?”

and in that moment it seemed like he just realized it too as he sheepishly scratched his head, mouth gaping. “ah—”

his response caused your hormones to stir, and combined by your disbelief, you spitefully threw his hand away and turned to your side, refusing to face him.

“if you dare to divorce me, i’ll move out japan at a moment’s notice,” you spat out, crossing your arms. “i won’t let you see my baby— and i’ll put a restraining order on you too, just so you see.”

“whoa, wait—”

“or i can also jump from yasohachi bridge and then become a curse—i’ll haunt you to your dying days!”

“—?! you can’t do that!”

“oh, i can also remarry! i’ll marry ichiji so fast and by the time the baby is born, your kid will have his name instead!”

“ichi— hey! that’s insulting! i would’ve forgiven if it was nanami, but ichiji?!”

“shut up! you’re— you’re annoying!”

in hindsight, this wasn’t something you should get this much worked up for. satoru was obviously just being his dense self and you knew it, but somehow the thought of him suddenly not by your side anymore hurt you— and perhaps your unstable hormones played a part too.

. . . but then his strong arms wrapped around you in that instant, enveloping you in his warm and reassuring embrace from behind. “hey… sweets, don’t be mad…”

“…”

“if you do, baby will also be—”

“you are making us mad.”

“okay, okay.” satoru sighed, his right palm reaching out to caress your five-month baby bump, and his voice was tinted with slight regret as he replied, “sorry…”

you melted a bit, but still gave him the cold shoulder, showing how cross you were that he brought it up in the first place.

and both of you stayed that way for a while, and you started to get sleepy, until you heard him muttering—

“still… whatever you do,” his voice sounded strained, and it made you awake again. “even when i’m not here… you can’t get yourself hurt, alright?”

“what does that mean?” you finally turned towards him, your eyes shone with slight panic. “what do you mean with you not being here?”

“nothing, sweetheart.” satoru grinned, pinching your cheek. “just saying—since i’m away often, don’t do anything reckless, you can get hurt.”

“don’t put it as if you’re going to go some place far away.” you didn’t know what you were spouting now, but you were tired and just didn’t want to pursue this conversation any longer.

you bit your lip, not looking at him. “or… i’ll get sad.”

seeing you so vulnerable and open like this made satoru realize that as much as he needed you to stay sane, you also needed him. the clarity stirred something within him, causing warmth to rapidly spread in his chest.

and he felt soft. so soft for you. and he adored you, more than anyone else in this wretched world.

“aw, look at my baby girl.” your husband cradled you close to him with a wide grin, patting you soothingly, his heart fluttering. “how can i leave you be a single mother? i’m here, yeah? always.”

and you believed him. otherwise, you were willing to risk it all just to get him home, by your side.

you smushed your face into his chest, ignoring your burning face. “hmph, being a single mother isn’t that bad. i can still drain your wealth.”

“huh?! wait, you just said you’ll be sad without me!”

and you thought, being in his embrace is the most comforting place of all.

epilogue

“by the way, i just realized…” satoru fixed his frown on you accusingly in the next morning. “how is your taste in men so bad? why ichiji as your first pick?”

“uh,” you were at a loss of words, totally not expecting this discussion on a brand new morning. “because… he’s kind? he’s easiest to sway—”

“so you’re saying… you can seduce him easily?!”

“…sort of? but you’re right, i should go for nanami. he’s way good-looking. or his apprentice… what’s his name again? ino takuma—”

“nanami? ino?! wait a minute…! y-you’re my wife… but you’re also thinking about which man is easier to seduce and which is more attractive?!”

“uh— you’re the one asking first!”

“still! so you do think about them! about weaker, lesser men who are not me!”

“nanami is not—!”

“hoh?! so it’s nanami, huh!?”

“don’t you dare to start anything, gojo satoru,” you hissed. “you said my taste in men is bad. so that includes you too.”

“wha?!”

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